J. Blair - The Excalibur Murders

She did not resist, though she found it unpleasant.

“What will you do to Arthur? What are your plans?”

He blinked, plainly trying to clear his head. “Who are you? You don’t work in the kitchen.”

It was easy enough to deal with. She kissed him again and whispered, “You are a beautiful man and I love you.”

And he forgot his suspicions and kissed her back. “Arthur-the wheels are turning. His days as king are numbered. ”

“You would commit treason?”

“To get back what is mine! The fool has actually sent someone here to tell me his military plans. I spent all afternoon with her.”

“What is your plan, then?” She stood and backed across the room.

“Never you mind, pretty girl. What’s your name? Why don’t you take that dress off?”

“What will you do to Arthur?”

“Come here, damn it! I want you! You said you love me. And you have to do that. I’m the king.” He staggered to his feet and tried to grab her, but she was too quick for him. He lost his balance and fell back onto the bed. Feebly, he tried to get up again, but it was no use; he would not walk again till morning, and even then he would feel the wine and the drug.

Nimue looked down on him and grinned. It had been easier than she’d hoped.

Gingerly, she left the room, smiled at the guard, told him to have a good night and made her way back to her own room. In moments she was out of her gown and back in Colin’s male attire. It felt good. She had only worn the gown for an hour, but being back in male things felt wonderful. She stuffed the gown under the bed and went to sleep.

The next morning Nimue was wakened by loud pounding at her door. The room was cold; she had been sleeping under a pile of furs. Before she could get up to open the door, it burst open and Mark came stomping into the room. A half dozen guards waited behind him in the corridor. He raised his arm and pointed accusingly.

“You!”

She sat up groggily, alarmed.

“You! Colin! Where is that girl?”

“Excuse me, Your Majesty, but what girl? I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

“There was a girl last night. She came to my room.” He sounded more bewildered than ferocious. He held up his hand and rubbed his forehead. “Called herself Elaine or some such. I think she drugged me.”

The guards outside had their swords drawn.

“A girl? What on earth could a girl do?”

“This one was treacherous. A scheming, lying-”

“But, Your Highness, what does this have to do with me?”

He stopped and took a deep breath. “She was seen. She was seen coming this way-toward this wing. Someone saw her at your door. You must have seen or heard her.”

She thought quickly. The gown she’d worn was still hidden under the bed; if they searched the room- “A blond girl in a low-cut white dress?”

“Yes. Where is she, damn it?”

“I saw her pass. Late at night. She was running.”

“Which way?”

She pointed down the hall that led to the castle’s main entrance.

One of the guards leaned in. Nimue recognized him as the one who’d been on duty outside Mark’s room the previous night. “As I told you, sir.”

Mark turned and flared at him. “How could she have gotten out past the guards there?”

“They don’t question people who are leaving, only the ones who are trying to get in.”

Mark scowled. “She can’t have gotten away.”

“The question is, how did she get in to begin with?”

“Damn breach of security. She might have been anyone. She might have been an assassin. Let’s question the guards at the main gate.”

They turned to go. Then the guard turned back into the room and stared at Nimue. His eyes narrowed suspiciously; he seemed to be inspecting her carefully. She froze; she didn’t even breathe. He peered at her.

He was about to say something when from down the hall came Mark’s roar. “William! Come on!”

The guard shook his head, as if to say he didn’t know why he would suspect Colin. Then he turned and followed his king.

A few minutes later Britomart came to Nimue’s room. Nimue told her what had happened and the things Mark had said the previous night.

“So. Merlin has been right. Arthur has been a fool to trust Mark, and I’ve been a fool to doubt Merlin’s judgment.”

“Why a fool, Brit? To all appearances Mark has been a loyal subject to Arthur.”

“Yes, but… I should have known. Something should have told me.”

“There’s no way you could have.”

“Then why do I feel so completely foolish? But…”

“Hm?”

“Even given that Mark is engaged in treason, that doesn’t prove he killed the squires.”

“It makes it that much more likely.”

“Arthur wants proof. Proof.”

“If we can get him to arrest Mark for treason, and if there are no more murders…”

“That’s not good enough. Arthur is no fool. Everyone plots to advance his own interests. If we arrest everyone who does that, who would be left?”

“Cheerful thought.”

“There has to be a way to unmask Mark. But how?”

Nimue crawled out of bed. “Let’s get going. I hope we can make Camelot by tonight. I want my own bed and a king who’ll leave me alone.”

Late that morning their party left Mark’s castle and Cornwall. The weather had been good for their entire trip. Now clouds were building up on the western horizon, and the Atlanticlooked restless. Waves began to pound both sides of the peninsula. There was a stiff wind.

Accolon and his men had enjoyed two days of leisure, but even they were happy to be returning home. Accolon said they were all made nervous by the air of secrecy and suspicion that pervaded Mark’s castle.

Nimue had been careful to bring a supply of acid globes and kept them where she could reach them quickly if they were attacked. “It seems incredible to me that Mark is letting us get away.”

Brit shrugged. “As far as he knows-or can imagine- the woman who was in his bedroom last night is the real spy and the real danger. She has nothing to do with us. Or let us hope that’s what he thinks. You did an excellent job, by the way. I shudder to think what you had to do to get him to open up.”

“Less than you’d think. He was drunk when I got there. Drugging his wine was simple.”

“That’s good. But…”

“Yes?”

“How far would you have gone, if you’d needed to?”

“I don’t know. And I’m glad I didn’t have to find out.”

They traveled as quickly as the roads would permit, and they were home an hour after sunset. The night sky was black with clouds. Nimue hoped it wasn’t an omen.

They went straight to Merlin’s tower and told him what they’d learned. He seemed upset by the news. “It would be Mark.”

“I thought you suspected him all along.” Nimue was puzzled.

“I did. But a suspicion has turned into a near-certainty, and with it all the awful possibilities have become more real.”

Brit leaned back and put her feet up on the table. “Suppose we send soldiers to arrest him before he can do anything more?”

“Arthur won’t wear it. We still need hard proof. Besides, the scenario we’ve assembled doesn’t quite make sense to me. Mark is trying to provoke some kind of nationwide insurrection, that much seems clear. What on earth would murdering two boys gain him?”

Nimue was about to say something when they heard footsteps on the staircase outside; someone was running. A moment later there came a loud knock at the door. Merlin asked who it was.

“Greffys, sir. I have news.”

“Come in.”

Greffys opened the door and stepped into the room, out of breath and panting heavily.

“You need to start exercising more often, Greffys.” Brit was amused at his entrance. “Climbing a few steps shouldn’t wind you so.”